Special MemoriesThe dinner playhouse has played a pretty significant role in my life. I can't tell you how many times my mom has "surprised" us with a trip to the local dinner playhouse for a family night. We have visited dinner playhouses all along the Front Range and while I don't remember every single play we've seen, there are definitely some that stand out.
There was the time that we saw Oklahoma! and Courtney cowered under the table during the scene where Judd is contemplating suicide. The gun went off and a young Courtney dived under the table. The play stopped momentarily to make sure she was ok and she received special attention the rest of the night. We laugh about it now.
Another time we were returning from a play in Longmont and listening to the radio on our way home. It was the night that we went to war with Iraq, the first time. It was a little surreal listening to terror after enjoying a family night out.
We've seen our friend Patrick in the Sound of Music; we watched Allison shine as Gladys in The Best Christmas Pageant Ever; we've seen Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, Oklahoma!, Sound of Music, The Music Man, and the list goes on. We've gone as a family of six, with friends, and with extended family. We've celebrated birthdays, anniversaries, special achievements, and have gone "just because".
But Friday night was probably one of my most favorite nights. Jon had never been to a dinner playhouse before and we received tickets to the new theatre as a Christmas present from his dad. They were currently showing A Closer Walk with Patsy Cline and seeing as how Jon grew up listening to her music, it seemed the perfect fit.
The new theatre is beautiful, one of the classiest I've visited. Dinner was good, but the caramel-apple cheesecake was better. And it made my night to look at Jon over the table to see him smiling and laughing during the play. There were a few times he caught me watching him and he always answered with a wink and a smile. He thoroughly enjoyed himself and is already talking about future plays.
I can't wait to see what kind of memories we'll make with our own children and dinner playhouses. Of course, we're both in agreement that Hudson won't be going until he's at least 12 years old. By that time we'll be able to threaten him with a severe grounding if... he... doesn't... sit... still. =)